Page 32 of The Friend

“Huh?”

His hand left her face to skim over her shoulder, along her collarbone and across the top of her breast before he palmed her breast completely, increasing the unfulfilled ache between her legs only he could satisfy.

“I’m so turned on I can hardly see straight let alone hold back if I’d got you naked and all to myself in that cosy cabana.”

“I see,” she said, arching into his hand as a tortured expression flickered across his face, secretly revelling in the fact she could make him want her this much.

“Actually, I don’t think you do.” He kissed her, a hot, deep, open-mouthed kiss that left her panting and eager and desperate to have him inside her, a kiss that proved they had no business being on a beach when they could be taking this all the way in the privacy of a room.

As his hand slid off her breast and headed lower, she braced her palms against his chest and pushed off him slightly.

“You know how I’m in your debt?”

“Yeah?”

Reaching down to his board shorts, she brushed her hand lightly across his erection, his sharp intake of breath turning into a hiss as she stroked him.

“How about we head to my room and work out a payment system?”

“I like the way you think,” he said, grabbing her hand and surging to his feet so fast her head spun.

Laughing, they ran across the sand like a couple of teenagers, the moonlight casting seductive shadows while Abby wondered how she’d ever kidded herself she was over him.

And wondering how she would survive once this wickedly delicious taste of island magic turned into a healthy serve of indigestible reality.

Chapter Thirteen

They didn’t make it to the front door of her room. Instead, they stumbled onto the balcony, shoved open the sliding door, and tangled in the sheer curtains before tumbling into the room.

Abby padded through the darkness and flicked on a bedside lamp, surprised Judd hadn’t followed her in.

“Forget something?” He asked.

Turning, she saw him leaning against the door frame, arms folded, looking super sexy with water dripping down his bare chest. Her gaze dipped lower, drawn to the bulge in his shorts and he straightened, proud and confident.

By the size of that bulge he had every right to be.

“Um…let me see…I forgot to clean up?”

She darted a quick glance around the room, wishing she’d had the foresight to tidy a bit. Not that she’d expected them to sprint into her room via the open balcony door—she’d assumed he’d take charge and make the first move and they’d use his room for their ‘honeymoon’ night—but now they were here, she couldn’t help but wish the piles of clothes draped over chairs, not to mention her underwear hanging on a string to dry in the bathroom, would disappear.

“Unless you have a stash of condoms, I’m going to have to make a quick detour to my room and meet you back here?”

She muttered a curse that had him grinning.

“Give me two minutes.” He held up two fingers and she crossed the room in a second, pushing down one of his fingers.

“Make it one,” she said, slanting her lips across his in a blistering kiss designed to make him hurry back.

“Thirty seconds,” he said, gently easing her away before vanishing through the curtains, leaving her touching her mouth in awe of the havoc his lips could wreak.

As Abby raced around the room shoving clothes into the wardrobe and kicking shoes under the bed, she expected the doubt demons to start giving her grief. Instead, wild elation filled her at the thought of picking up where they’d left off on the beach, though this time she had every intention of satisfying him before she lost it completely again.

“Made it with a second to spare. Miss me?”

Abby swivelled in the bathroom door, her arms filled with bras and knickers, and she quickly dropped the lot onto the nearest chair, her mind blank as Judd advanced towards her, fire in his eyes, a wicked smile playing about his lips.

“Well, did you?” He stopped less than a foot in front of her, the heat radiating off his body beckoning her to close the short gap between them and lose her mind.

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